Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.